My Past life Experience was so personal and powerful……

I very nearly didn’t share this because the experience I had was so personal and powerful—plus it was a little bit “out there”, so to speak—that I wasn’t sure about sharing it.

So I went along not knowing what to expect. The venue was nice, the people were friendly and warm and Jenny led us into the session very well. All these factors obviously helped. I was comfortable lying down, relaxed, warm and happy, but still not knowing what to expect. I hadn’t been guided like this before—it was all quite new to me, but I was very relaxed.

I looked down at my feet. I saw two large, brown feet covered in leather straps. (All this is in my mind: it was like a very powerful and intense dream.) I had a name, which I have since forgotten, a wife, a daughter and I lived in a tepee (tent). I was an American Indian warrior, the best friend of the Chief’s son and his right arm in battle. We were riding out into battle.

I could smell the scent of the pine needles; feel the warmth in the air, the power of the horse beneath me. I was aware of the wind on my muscles and hair, and I felt the joy and exhilaration, the power of the war cry , the sun, the trees, the birds, the earth—and the enemy coming up faster and faster. We were at the front, as it should be, and then the fight!

I loved to fight, the speed, the skill, the mind-set that you enter is pure, all action and no thought . . . . And then, BANG! I got hit from behind, thrown off my horse and down onto the ground.

The next thing I knew, I woke up to silence, my face in the ground. I couldn’t move at all. I was breathing in the dry dust on the ground and I couldn’t move one muscle, no matter how hard I tried. How? Why? I just lay there with all these thoughts in my mind. Immobile for what seemed like eternity. My confusion turned to anger, then to rage. I was at the front! I would have seen an enemy from the rear. It must have been one of my own men that did this. Threw an axe at my back and paralysed me. That rage became a fire within me. I wouldn’t see my wife again, my daughter, my friend, my Chief, and one of my own men did this to me. Why? Such betrayal. The fire grew within me and I was white hot with anger.

I knew I had to clear this and I did. I made peace with the brother that did this. It didn’t matter any more. I forgave all things, all people. I too asked for forgiveness and received it. The anger subsided and I could hear the birds again, then the light came. I could hear Jenny’s voice and it was time to return.

This was the first and only experience like this that I have ever had.

I was very grateful for the experience, but do not pretend to understand it or define it. I know it was both powerful and beautiful, and that it became cathartic for me.

I have suffered with lower back pain for the last 26 years—half of my life. I have been a martial artist for 34 years. I have always had an affinity with native peoples, old tribes and the elderly people who respect and care for this beautiful place that we live on.

So, who knows? There are links there. To be honest, I don’t really care. All I do know is that I am better for having done it!

Thank you for the journey, Jenny.

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QUANTUM SESSION FOLLOWING PAST LIFE REGRESSION

So, back to Jenny again, and once again I didn’t know what to expect. She said it was Quantum EFT and that it would resolve the past memory I had as an American Indian warrior and would help with my back.

We started tapping and I repeated the words that were so carefully chosen by Jenny—so eloquent and so precise.

I closed my eyes and found myself drifting again. Not so relaxed as last time, but in tune nevertheless and there I was again. This time standing next to the warrior who was lying paralysed on the ground, dying. I could communicate with him, learn from him, and help him learn and understand.

I was asked to feel the energy of the person who threw the axe, and all of a sudden I felt it. It was surprise, fear, and shame. Just as suddenly came the realisation that it was all an accident, not anyone’s fault. The brother who did this has carried the guilt of this mistake with him ever since, and it too has grown beyond all proportion. The tears flowed, and the warrior inside me enjoyed feeling them flow down my cheeks.

Many things were said, many things repeated, and all was forgiven.

We also brought up another incident that happened to me when I was young and did the same thing. I was there as I am now, standing next to a young boy—myself at age twelve. I could communicate with him and talk to him with love and empathy. I could diffuse the negative emotional impact, both past and present. I could explain how many things are connected and that awareness of these connections is important if we are to learn and grow from them. I told him that everything was OK and not such a big deal after all; that he would grow up to be a good, gentle and kind man.

The tears flowed again and I was happy that a healing had taken place, and that it was good, and it was powerful and it was permanent.

An hour went by in the blink of an eye, and I opened my eyes with a smile. Jenny asked me if I wanted tissues and I smiled back at her and said, “No, thanks. I like to feel the tears on my cheeks.”